The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-10-14

| whittier no man shall know
| Who will miss them there tomorrow,
Waits, that drift to the shade or sun!
Gone away, with their songs and sorrow;
Only the river still flows on.
| furry along, sorrow and song,
| All is vanity, meath the sun
'elvet and rags, so the world wags,
| Until the river no more shall run
Her song aroused the audience to the
highest pitch of enthusiasm; they were
enrapturcd by the charm and passion
in her rich, full voice. A storm of APP
plause burst forth when she had fin
iShcd, and only after a treble repetition
did her auditors reluctantly allow her
to leave the stage.
Ayoung man who had only arrived at
the Hemlock inn that evening resolved
not to sit through the rest of the enter
tainment.
I'll pass the time better walking
about, thought he. Queer go, to
find Ada Adair here singing under
strange namew
SO musing, he lit cigar, strobe the
hall. and set forth upon ramble
through the village.
This soon grew tiresome. He
yawned, and stood for a moment I'M
decided whether to go on or not. A
sign opposite attracted his attention:
"Ihe Adirondack Eagle" He crossed
the road and looked through the win
dow. The interior was lit up and some
one was visible, writing at a desk.
a wonder what keeps my colleague
of the pen up, o nights" thought the
young stranger as he entered the office
and walked leisurely up to its occu-
pant.
''How arcyou?" said he IL Will
Dover of the New York Arbiter
Thought I'd call and see how your no.
BILE bird is tlouriShing."
The person writing was a sandy
haired, frecklc-faced, country boy. He
looked upon Dover's arrival as provi-
dental.
I'm glad to sec you'll" saidh heart
lily. I'm Bill Jones, an I'm left here !
to get out the paper all alone. The
editor is down with the rheumatics,
and the comp has started offon a tramp
The page is short, bout three sticks.
Say, mister, will you write something
to put in there? I've bin tryin' for three
hours, an l can't, but l kin set it up"
Dover consented SO pleasantly that
the ink-stained face of his petitioner
beamed with smiles. He quickly wrote
a report of the concert, bcstowing Law
ish praise upon all that took part in it.
Of Penelope Vaughan, he wrote: Those
who have only heard her singing inane,
topical songs, brother burlesgue' dit
lies, can not realize the depth of feel
ng she displayed in the simple En-
ylish song. For her own sake, we adj
Use her to give up pink tights and de-
'Otc her talents to a higher grade of
"Bgum, I'm Obliged to YER" said
he faithful neophyte, as Will finished.
Il get the form on the press tonight,
N | kin kick off the hull edition by .
time"
Will Dover walked slowly back to i
he hotel, elated by the consciousness {
hat he had done a good deed.
Many of the concert organizers were i
upon the porch of the Hem ,
ock Inn on the following morning :
ghen Bill Jones appeared, yelling in {
nished newsboy style: Here's yer
Eagle! Full account of the grand con- 1
ert!' Never did journalistic enter
rise meet with a quicker return. Bills q
took was soon sold out, and he hurried !
ack to the Office for new supply. !
The reading of the report created l
reat sensation. Penelope Vaughan, @
burlesque actress! Scandalousl' ex- f
aimed the ladies. A chorus of al {
I'D you So" arose. The guests gath n
red in large circle and all talked at |,
nee. @
Penelope, the unconscious cause of y
i this perturbation, was sitting with
a little boat-house upon the sh ore Y
the lake. At frequent intervals h
le glanced along the road, for. al Z,
Tough she would not have confessed q
she was waiting for Rev. Arthur 9,
arvin. II
Presently she saw him advancing !,
pidly toward the hotel. His appear u
ice alarmed her; he walked fast, and l.
times shook stout cane violently n
the air. with fierce gesticulations. @,
) he came nearer she saw he was in a NJ
client rage. Beside him ran Bill y
mes. the printers boy.
Arthur stopped before the yeranda.
Is Mr.. William Dover horeP" he de- 81
anlsd From whore she sat within a,